Raven Reaper
Tears stain her cheeks
In the Graveyard she stands
Mist in the streets
Pistol in her hand
He isnt aware
She comes for his soul
Her pupose bare
His promise whole
He strikes to win
As she pulls the trigger
His life was sin
She was the sinner
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